"So I don't need to go kick someone's arse tonight," she says with a small, tight smile as she sinks onto the couch beside Steve, one leg tucked under her body. She's still going to tell Vimes, because she thinks it's pretty fucked up that people can just go around trying to drug people or dose them with love potions or whatever the hell had happened. He might not be able to do much, but it'll make her feel better.

"I'll save it for tomorrow," she jokes as she takes the bottle of water from Steve and twists off the cap so she can have a swallow. The threat is mostly empty. Mostly. "What's with everyone and this complete lack of consent being something they're okay with? That's so messed up. There's nothing real in drugging someone into liking you."